Tonight at dinner my two boys were giving me a bit of grief about the 5 chicks in my sunroom. It seems my 15 year old is totally embarassed by the fact that his mom is hatching chickens and raising them in the sunroom of their new home. And that their mom's guinea hens are all laying for the first time and I'm incubating a few eggs. My younger son seems to appreciate the process, watches the eggs hatch with me through the window of the incubator but he still thinks I'm nuts. Am I nuts for thinking this would be a fun family thing? I told my 15 year old that when he has children of his own he'll very proudly tell his own children how grandma hatched eggs and raised chickens and that most likely I'll still have chickens when he has young ones and maybe then he might see the joy in this as they watch chicks hatch for the first time, up close and personal. Does this really happen w/ grandkids or am I living some romantic dream?